An outstanding collection of poems that appeal to both boys and girls, compiled by a teacher who believed in the formative power of learning poetry by heart. 'Children,' she maintains, 'should build for their future — and get, while they are children, what only the fresh imagination of the child can assimilate. They should store up an untold wealth of heroic sentiment; they should acquire the habit of carrying a literary quality in their conversation; they should carry a heart full of the fresh and delightful associations and memories connected with poetry hours to brighten mature years. They should develop their memories while they have memories to develop.' The poems are grouped into six sections (The Budding Moment, The Little Child, The Day's at the Morn, Lad and Lassie, On and On, 'Grow Old Along with Me') to make it easier to locate poems that match a child's maturity. Ages 8-12

391 pages

$14.95

TO AMERICA

"To America," included by permission of the Poet Laureate, is a
good poem and a great poem. It is a keen thrust at the common
practice of teaching American children to hate the English of these
days on account of the actions of a silly old king dead a hundred years.
Alfred Austin deserves great credit for this poem.

What is the voice I hear

On the winds of the western sea?

Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear

And say what the voice may be.

'Tis a proud free people calling loud to a people proud and free.

And it says to them: "Kinsmen, hail!

We severed have been too long.

Now let us have done with a worn-out tale—

The tale of an ancient wrong—

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And our friendship last long as our love doth and be stronger than death is strong."

Answer them, sons of the self-same race,

And blood of the self-same clan;

Let us speak with each other face to face

And answer as man to man,

And loyally love and trust each other as none but free men can.

Now fling them out to the breeze,

Shamrock, Thistle, and Rose,

And the Star-spangled Banner unfurl with these—

A message to friends and foes

Wherever the sails of peace are seen and wherever the war-wind blows—

A message to bond and thrall to wake,

For wherever we come, we twain,

The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake,

And his menace be void and vain;

For you are lords of a strong land and we are lords of the main.

Yes, this is the voice of the bluff March gale;

We severed have been too long,

But now we have done with a worn-out tale—

The tale of an ancient wrong—

And our friendship last long as love doth last and stronger than death is strong.

ALFRED AUSTIN.

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